As the average teenager feels of soft boy, sex means everything. Every waking moment from your morning wood to a late night thought about that hot girl you saw earlier, sex is constantly on your mind, especially if you haven't had sex yet. The hope of feeling the soft touch of a woman lingers on in you and the feel of soft flesh is a strong enticement to even the strong willed.
I started out much as any young man does, the nervous first kiss of a girl when I was in school, but due to nerves and being shy, girls seemed less interested in me, confidence is key. It seems clichΓ© yet it is true, girls and women alike want a man who exudes confidence. Going to university was a new start, a brand new me. I could reinvent myself and be whoever I wanted to be and it didn't matter who I was before. I was 19 years old, virile, healthy and bursting with sexual energy. Most of the year was quiet; going out, drinking, getting numbers and flirting was a typical night out.
Exams for the year had finished and no luck, determined to keep trying and never give up I had asked a few girls out but nothing had come of it, until one night. Some friends had been discussing a boat party recently, students love a few drinks, great way to meet people have some fun and a great way to blow off steam after a year of study. Dressed up in a smart shirt, collared with the top button undone, standing at an average height of five foot eight, but with broad, muscular chest and shoulders and slender waist I had been keeping fit by going running, my chocolate brown curly locks looking shaggy yet tidy, framed my deep blue eyes looking alert and somewhat young and innocent, clean shaven and feeling great I grab my phone and keys and head off out the door.
My friends meet me outside their dorms dressed up for a night out, Luke and Dave had slept with several girls in the past, looking relaxed, smart as they ever did when going out. We hailed a taxi and headed off to the party. We arrived at the beach and the pier at seven looking forward to the open bar and some good times, handing over the tickets we met up with our usual group and hit the bar. Several drinks later we were all feeling a light buzz feeling relaxed and started to splinter off from our group as we circulated amongst the party. Not knowing many people I head off to talk to Katie. She looked stunning, long blonde hair, petite figure with perky breasts about a B cup she stood a little under five foot, her black dress showed off the tight curve of her bum, toned from cycling, having had a thing for her most of the year and being shot down I knew nothing would ever happen between us, but she was a great sight to look at and admire and she liked to play the role of wing woman.
As I came across the deck, the cool night air felt incredible after the stuffy inside of the boat, the sky was clear and the moon shone brightly down on the deck, I could see the curve of Katie's breast her lacy bra peeking out the top of her dress. I could feel the urge to kiss her then, one thing on my mind she looks at me her smile dazzling me as I approach sliding an arm round her waist, drink in the other hand. She smiles that bit wider, teasing me and plants a peck on my cheek.
'I think you might like this one.'
She whispers and gestures to her intended target for me this evening, I look to my left and spot a young woman, her dark skin setting off her perfect white smile, her dark brown eyes shone out at me, her tightly curled hair bounced around her shoulders, her perky boobs were small but looked firm, she wore a cocktail dress hugging her figure stopping just above her knee showing off her slender legs.
Brain kicking in reminds me to close my mouth stop gawking and smile.
'Nice to meet you, what's your name?'
She smiles at me a vodka and coke in one hand she sidles up to me holding her hand out.
'Lizzy, what about you?'
Shifting my drink to my other hand, I shake her hand and Katie wandered off, a cheeky look in her eye as she leaves us to get to know one another.
'Ed, you look great tonight.'
Not well practiced in the art of picking girls up I didn't recognise the glint in her eye. In later years this the look you want to see, where you know this girl wants you. That mischievous glint in her eye, that subtle bite of the lower lip, everything you need to tell you for a go ahead.
'Can I get you a new drink?'
Pointing to her near empty glass. Draining the remains of her drink she points to my own.
'Only once you need a new one, can't let you get me drunk if you aren't going to join me.'
Smiling I look with a measured eye at the remaining half pint of cider in my hand, cheap stuff for a night out, but it did the trick. Raising my drink in mock salute I toss the drink back and finish it flash, the cool drink giving me that slight kick as I could feel it catching up with me.
'Wow, not bad for a fresher!'
Lizzy says, I give her a cheeky wink and slipping my arm round her waist lead her to the bar.
'You in your second year of uni then?'
I ask, she nods and after buying another couple of vodka and cokes we start to chat about university where we were from, all the standard stuff you chat about when students meet for the first time, one last drink before the bar closes and the staff usher people off the boat, talk of going to a club goes back and forth and a fleet of taxis line up ready to take us away, standing on the pier I wrap my arms around Lizzy's waist pulling her tight into my body, I can smell her perfume and lean in blood pumping through my ears the rest of the world drowns out in a flood of sensations. Her lips gently press against mine her fingers slide up behind my head pulling me towards her, my hands gently slip from her waist to gently cup her arse pulling her athletic body into mine, I could feel my hard on just starting to swell my manhood. Lizzy pulls her head back breaking the kiss.
'Your hand is on my bum.'
She giggles, looking into her eyes I see nothing but playfulness I can sense the alcohol coursing through me and an unknown confidence swept through me.
'I know...'